When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
It is your virtue, being men, to try; And it is ours, by virtue to deny. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
O blessed bounty, giving ail content! The only fautress of all noble arts That lend'st success to every good intent. A grace that rests… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
Must, bid the Morn awake! Sad Winter now declines, Each bird doth choose a mate; This day's Saint Valentine's. For that good bishop's sake… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
The falcon and the dove sit there together, and the one of them doth prune the other's feather. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
“Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad,… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes… — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
WhenTime shall turn those amber locks to grey, My verse again shall gild and make them gay. — Michael Drayton Copy Share Image
